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I am currently on the Bay of Fundy. Not a clue where that is, except there is a great deal of water. It is very cold and very windy here. For the past couple nights I have been sleeping in Kate's family's camper because they thought (rightly so) that my tent would have blown over had I bothered to set it up. Katie's family was scared that camper would blow over.

I wrote this experience into a story in Holidays with Bigfoot. When I asked Kate what she remembered of the trip and gave her a few of my recollections to goose her memory, she couldn't recall too much. I wish that you had felt the need to be more detailed about your experiences. Not for my benefit, but because you knew yourself to be a writer and deserved to have this be noted more carefully. It is a struggle to decode so large an adventure from so few words.

The story I wrote in my books contains enough of this. I forgot Cape Breton in name and consciously did not include Prince Edward Island because there didn't seem to be much to say that wouldn't drag down the narrative.

From what you've written, the only thing I regret not mentioning was that Kate's hair was purple.

She is a cool woman and was a charming girlfriend. I'm glad you had the experience of loving her.

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Thomm Quackenbush is an author and teacher in the Hudson Valley. He has published four novels in his Night's Dream series (We Shadows, Danse Macabre, Artificial Gods, and Flies to Wanton Boys). He has sold jewelry in Victorian England, confused children as a mad scientist, filed away more books than anyone has ever read, and tried to inspire the learning disabled and gifted. He is capable of crossing one eye, raising one eyebrow, and once accidentally groped a ghost. When not writing, he can be found biking, hiking the Adirondacks, grazing on snacks at art openings, and keeping a straight face when listening to people tell him they are in touch with 164 species of interstellar beings. He likes when you comment.